Trust me, the irony that I have to choose between two girls during my optional period is not lost on me...Read More
Gym class can either be my favorite class or my least favorite class. It all depends on the clipboard. Coach Brad is exactly the person you have in your mind when you think of a stereotypical high school gym teacher, and he takes his class about as seriously as you'd expect him to. He spends the entire period walking around taking notes on his clipboard and grades each student on his or her "effort." I hate his clipboard...Read More
So, I think it's safe to say I failed my math test. For some reason solving for x didn't seem like the problem I really needed to solve at the moment. Is it possible that Sarah could love me? I didn't even know she liked me. I thought she simply tolerated me as a friend. It's remarkable how much I've learned about how little I know today.
When the bell rang for the end of fourth period, I looked down at my test and realized I didn't recognize most of what I'd written, but I guess you can't win 'em all. I turned in my test quickly and decided to get out of there before Sarah came to get her backpack for her next class. I had no idea what I was going to say to her, but I knew if I tried to think of something off the top of my head, it would be a disaster...Read More
I had to wait for everyone else in the class to leave for Mr. Henderson to give me my phone back, so I knew I was going to be late to my next class, but I didn't care. Mr. Henderson. My savior. Who would've guessed? I will be turning in every Biology homework assignment on time for the rest of the year...or at least the rest of this week.
As I walked down the hallways towards my next class, I couldn't stop touching my back pocket as if to double check that my phone was really there. Eventually, I remembered that I hadn't even looked to see Sarah's response. I clicked the home button, but the screen popped up to show no notifications. Sarah is normally pretty good about responding to my texts, but I didn't think much about it. Honestly, I was too relieved to have my phone, and its contents, safely in my hand to think much about anything. This relief was short-lived...Read More
"I still don't understand why there are so many phases you have to go through," I said as we continued walking. The hallway was crowded with students between classes. Lots of people were going to their lockers to get different books, but mostly kids were just standing around talking and stuff. High school hallways are like rivers where half the fish forgot they're supposed to be swimming in a certain direction...Read More
Before you hate me for flirting with Eve and ignoring Sarah, you have to know that Eve is more than just some hot girl. She is exotic.
There are two middle schools that feed into the high school we all currently go to. Part of the reason high school is so crazy is because you get used to going to school with the same people, then all of a sudden your class size doubles. Not to mention you go from being the oldest in the school to the youngest in just a matter of weeks. It's a very tumultuous time.
Anyway, Eve is from the other middle school, meaning she is from a completely different world...Read More
My name is Tim, but that's not important. Her name is Sarah. That is important.
This is the story of how we fell in love. Or really, this is the story of how one of us fell in love with the other. We don't need to concern ourselves with the details of whether or not that love is requited at the current moment. That's not the point.
The point is that Sarah and I have been friends for a long time, and sometimes you know someone so well that you never think about them in a romantic way. Then you learn that all along you two are perfect for each other but you don't realize this until it's possibly too late. That's what happened with us. We grew up together. I call her my Day One (since we've known each other since day one) and she calls me her FSD (friend since diapers). So yeah, we're pretty cool...Read More